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An omega with such inclinations were to be shunned, to be ostracized from society entirely. But Yoo Joonghyuk had no care for such meaningless things.
It seemed that Kim Dokja didn’t either.
The smell of parchment filled his nose—old books, newspapers, and ink reaching down to his throat. An addictive scent, he couldn’t get enough of it. He buried himself deep into Kim Dokja’s nape, the smell filling every inch of his body.
Kim Dokja keened under him, grunting and clenching harder. Yoo Joonghyuk must be emitting some sort of scent too. Some note that had to have been driving Kim Dokja crazy. Why else would he be so pliant like this, otherwise?
“Kim Dokja,” he groaned. “Kim Dokja, Kim Dokja, Kim Dokja.”
His voice shook with each repetition of his name, his thrusts shaky. His legs felt as though they were about to give out, but they couldn’t. Not yet.
Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t finished. He needed this, needed to feel Kim Dokja deeper, needed him a pitiable mess, reduced to nothing but a vessel for pure pleasure.
This wasn’t natural for an omega. Yoo Joonghyuk shouldn’t be feeling the need to mate, to fuck into Kim Dokja with his cock, but he couldn’t help it. Not with the warmth under him, the heat pooling within his stomach, urging him to take more, more, more.
Yoo Joonghyuk sniffed against Kim Dokja’s nape again, taking in the scent of an alpha. He grunted, fucking deeper into the warmth, the scent nearly driving him insane. It only grew in intensity as Yoo Joonghyuk continued to bottom out.
The scent spread out, as if trying to exert its dominance. Kim Dokja’s face was a complete mess as it did so, drool dripping steadily onto the pillow. Was he trying to maintain his dignity as an alpha? Spreading his scent, trying to make his presence seem larger than it truly is.
But would an alpha really be like this? Bent over and fucked, whimpering hastily against sheets. Weakened legs held down by Yoo Joonghyuk, hole sloppily fucked into again and again. Ruined completely by an omega, by Yoo Joonghyuk.
Was he in heat right now? Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t tell. He couldn’t tell, not when Kim Dokja pulsed around him, tightening rhythmically. Not when his hole clenched deep, unwilling to let him go. Kim Dokja was tighter than any omega could ever possibly be. Short little gasps wrenched from his mouth as he succumbed to this pleasure—one he was wholly unused to.
This pleasure was new to Yoo Joonghyuk too. Completely new. He couldn’t live any other way anymore. Not after something like this.
He had to keep doing this, had to keep fucking into Kim Dokja, drawing out moans. Despite the aches in his legs, his arms tiring from the constant onslaught, he couldn’t stop. He needed Kim Dokja, wanted him crying under him, wanted him unable to think of anything else other than his own cock.
If he were in any state of mind capable of registering thought, Yoo Joonghyuk knew that Kim Dokja would’ve objected to this. The inherent pride associated with being an alpha would prevent him from succumbing to this pleasure—this drug. But Kim Dokja had dug himself too deep, and Yoo Joonghyuk had too. This, this thing—completely opposite to their natural instincts—had corrupted them both entirely.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s teeth ached, his gums screaming for something he didn’t even know of. His thrusts only quickened with the tension springing in his legs, the tiredness within his arms. He could see the pale skin of Kim Dokja’s stomach stretch hastily with his own cock, the bulge shifting with each of his thrusts. Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth went completely slack at the sight.
Kim Dokja hadn’t recovered, either. His face was still entirely soaked, fluids dripping. He had shifted enough to bite into the pillow, his instinct to claim still not yet fucked out of him entirely. He shifted, the sheets a complete mess under him as his useless alpha cock dripped out onto it. The fluids were clear, watery. He was completely spent.
But Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t stop. His gums only hurt more as this continued on. His cock, though unable to knot, still brought Kim Dokja an unimaginable pleasure as he cried and cried into the pillow, the fabric only barely muffling his screams. His eyes had rolled back completely, the whites taking over entirely. A steady stream of tears had painted his face.
Like it was instinct, Yoo Joonghyuk finally fell to the urge inside of him, pulsating against his fangs. He bit down on Kim Dokja’s nape, taking in a lungful of his scent again. He groaned, a deep guttural sound, before fully puncturing skin. Iron filled his mouth, his the ache in his gums dissipating with the pressure.
More dampness seeped between them as Yoo Joonghyuk’s thrusts grew increasingly frantic, sloppy as his legs started to give out. Where they were connected was so wet it was difficult to distinguish between the fluids there. They had mixed together completely, becoming one.
He rutted in, chasing the heat in his stomach that only grew. It grew and grew, the tightness around his cock further gripping him. A vice around him, it only drew harsher moans through his mouth, sharp breaths out of his nose.
Yoo Joonghyuk must be in heat. There was no other explanation for this. No explanation for why he had gone completely insane, his mind begging to be buried deep within an alpha’s hole.
Even as Kim Dokja’s moans grew higher in pitch, Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop himself from taking what should be his, what he could only dream of claiming. If only he were an alpha—if only he could fuck Kim Dokja until he couldn’t think of anything else anymore. If only he could possess Kim Dokja entirely, his being, his soul, his heart.
Yoo Joonghyuk felt it, the wave crash into him, his vision blanking. But the tightness around him was so insane he could barely handle it. The stimulation was almost too much as his legs fully gave out, his cock plunging itself impossibly deep within Kim Dokja’s heat. As aftershocks jolted through his body, Yoo Joonghyuk hissed as Kim Dokja’s hole continued to grip him, unwilling to let go.
His breaths shook as he gathered himself completely. Glancing at the mess in front of him, it took him a second to process the sight. Kim Dokja had passed out.
As an omega, this was completely unnatural. But something like this, an urge so corruptive, he had simply fallen too deep.